if I could burn this town

// you knew who I was //

"Charming? Sometimes. Do-gooder? Rarely," Danta says with a dramatic air of an apology, as if he's told her a lie by slipping into her rocky tomb and helping her today. "Your suspicions, at least, are quite correct. I am a wonderful drinking partner." He steps back to give her room to free herself of the final shackle, still cherry red but warped to the point where she can - and does - shake it off easily.

At the sound of her giggle - very different from the disbelieving laughter that had echoed from the cavern walls after her initial realisation - Danta can't help the accompanying fanged grin, though he doesn't expect gentle arms to slip around his middle in gratitude. "My pleasure," he purrs, before she's gone again and he's giving the cave one last glance around before turning to leave as well.

"Azat? Can't say the name means anything to me," he says almost apologetically, hauling himself out and back into the rippling heat and volcanic stone of The Climb, turning to offer Ana his hand to help her clamber up as well. "You never know, though. They might turn up - or they might have already made it out. Caido is a big place - a lot bigger than I remember it being."

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //